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170 ARIADNE.onhim,Ithought his facelooked darker, wearier,older than it had done a few moments earlier.For there is nothing morepiteous than the wasteof a great nature which gives all its gold; —to see dross preferred."He was kinder to' the dog he slew! " hesaid, and he drew his breath heavily and withlabour, as he spoke."And the dog — he regretted,"Ianswered,for my heart was hard as a flint against Hilarion,andIwould fain have heard another curse himasIcursedhim.But the hatred of Maryx was too deep forwords; and beyond evenhis hate washis infiniteyearning of pity for her and the sickness ofloathing that filled his soul. To one who hadloved her with a lover's love, her fate washorrible as it could not be even to me, an oldman, and only her friend.He sat stillhi the light of my poor dull lamp,and the people went by and he saw nothing ofthem, and tbe water fell down from the wallbehind him, and looked like gleaming sabrescrossed.